See Me After Class(105)

I glance around. “Good point.” I kick my shoes and socks off and then get on top of her bed and lean against the headboard, padding myself with some pillows. I expect her to climb in next to me, but instead, she climbs on top of my lap, facing me, and makes herself comfortable. “I’m a chair now?”

“Yup.” She smiles and her hands fall to my chest, where they play with the fabric of my shirt. “Now, what do you want to chat about?”

“First things first—Coraline knows.”

“What?” Her eyes snap to mine. “How?”

“She was badgering me before I left, and I didn’t say anything. But then you sent that text, and I realized I didn’t have my phone. In that exact moment, so did Coraline. It’s embarrassing to say that we got into a bit of a wrestling match and she came out victorious, but she’s scrappy and fights dirty.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that.” Greer sighs. “Was she mad?”

“Not at all. She actually said you were too good for me.”

Greer smiles widely. “I knew I liked your sister. So, what—wait . . . did she read the text I sent you?”

Now it’s my turn to smile. I nod and her head falls to my shoulder. “She did.”

“Oh my God, that makes me want to die inside. She read the Mr. Turns Me On part?”

“That’s how I knew the text was from you, when she said that out loud.”

“Wow.” Greer laughs and lifts up. “Well, I’ll be putting in my resignation for book club this coming week and . . . oh Jesus, Arlo, I have to see her tomorrow.”

“She’ll be cool.” At least, I hope she will be.

“But she’ll know. Wait . . . does she know you’re coming over here to have sex with me?”

Hell.

“Uh, I believe her parting words to me were ‘Now go plow her into the wall with your penis.’”

Eyes stunned, she slowly nods as her lips twist to the side. “Great. That’s just great.”

She starts to move off my lap but there’s no way I’m letting my sister ruin this moment.

“Hey, I promise, she’ll be cool. We can trust her.”

“I know we can trust her. It’s just embarrassing.”

“Why? Are you embarrassed of me?”

“What?” Her gaze lands on mine. “Of course not.” Her hand strokes the stubble on my cheek that I made sure not to shave today. “It’s just that she’s your sister, my friend—just makes things slightly awkward.”

“It’s only awkward if you make it awkward. When you see her tomorrow, own it.”

“Or I feign sick and you cover for me.”

“Or that,” I say, wanting this conversation to be over. “I do have something else I want to talk to you about.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” she asks while undoing the tie on her robe and pushing it off her slender shoulders, revealing a matching light-pink set of lingerie. A lace bra that barely contains her tits and a matching thong that extends high on her hips, giving new definition to curves.

“Fuck, Greer.” I reach out and glide my hands down her sides.

“I’ve never worn this set before and thought you might like it. Do you?” she asks just as my hands round of the globes of her ass.

I pull her in closer and nod. “It’s sexy. Hot. Makes me hard.”

“If only these clothes weren’t in the way.” She tugs on my shirt and I allow her to lift it up and over my head. “Oh . . . wow,” she says, blinking a few times. “What on earth?” She looks me in the eyes. “I’ve seen the donuts and cookies you’ve consumed. Why are you so chiseled?” Her hand roams over my abs and then up to my pecs. “God, Arlo, you’re the most fit man I’ve ever touched.”

I can’t deny that makes me feel good.

I move my hand over her shoulder, lowering one of the straps so it dangles by her arm. “That’s good to know.” I lean in and kiss her shoulder. She lifts her head, giving me better access, and I parade my mouth over her collarbone, lightly sucking, while my thumbs draw miniscule circles on her stomach. I dip a little bit lower, biting down on the swell of her breasts, causing her to gasp as I move to the other side.

“Didn’t—oh yes, that feels amazing,” she groans, pushing one hand through my hair. “But didn’t you want to talk about something?”

I move the other strap down so her bra is barely being held up by her breasts.

“I did.” I nibble the swell of her other breast.

“And what was it?”

Pulling away, I look her in the eyes and ask, “Is this a relationship? You and me, is that what we’re in?”

The corner of her mouth pulls up as she strokes the back of my neck. “It is for me. Is it for you?”

“Yeah.” I swallow. “It is. I, uh . . . I take it very seriously.”

“I can tell. I like that about you. I like that a lot, actually.”

My hand slides up her back to the clasp of her bra and, with one hand, I flick it open. Her bra tumbles between us and I remove it. Carefully, I tilt her back on the bed and then roll over her so I’m straddling her body.

“What else do you like?” I ask, lowering my mouth to her right breast. I start by slowly licking her nipple until it becomes hard under my tongue.